If there is something better than listening to Jeff Foxworthy profess his disbelief at the idea of watching a television set that is resting on top of a non-working television set, as if somehow, in someone’s twisted, lower-class mind, the non-working television set had been deemed an acceptable unit of furniture – then I would love to know what that thing is. Because when I hear that I just laugh and laugh and laugh and I think that if it’s true that the angels in heaven sing, then certainly they do so in the sweet sarcastic tone of Mr. Foxworthy himself.
My estranged wife contacted my family recently because she is worried about me, but there is nothing to worry about. I smashed every phone in my house with a hammer and I’m getting so close to understanding everything!
